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 Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 10:52 pm
"Oh thank Jack."
She could feel the heat coming off him, and she had waited patiently for some actual words to come out of his mouth, but when he started to turn red, she started to worry. He wasn't.. going to.. actually.. take her up on it..
..was he?
So when he finally managed to squeak out the words, Freya sagged against him gratefully. "I mean, don't gets me wrong. I'm sure we would has lots of fun together," She lied. "But, ah, well. It's good that yeh says no. Yeh are not so bad after all, Mot. Yeh will be a good boil, ja?" Freya leaned in and kissed his cheek, letting his hands go.
"Okay, now we talks business. Yeh needs to not tell my sister whats happens here today. This is what I want, so I gives you something in return. Name your price."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:04 pm
Her words were alien, really. The idea of him doing anything was beyond him at the time. Mot flinched as the ghoul's weight pressed against him suddenly. He wished his hands were free so he could better support her weight but then..
A kiss on the cheek.
All fuses in Mot's head blew apart.
Was Freya talking? She was talking, surely. But all Mot could hear was static and humming. The humming of his brain's nerves trying to repair the damage. Mot wobbled a bit once his hands were let go, shaking his head slowly.
Freya didn't need to fear. There was no way Mot could speak of this to anyone anyway. "Uh huh..." He murmured, steadying himself.
Huh? Price?
"Nuh uh..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:07 pm
Freya had been joking to herself when she thought about how easy it would be to break this boil.
Suddenly, it was no longer a joke.
"Ah, Mot. Hallo, Mot?" Her hand waved in front of him. "Come ons, there has to be somethings yeh want from me. This is free pass for somethings good! Maybe I clean yehr room? Or I do yehr homeworks? Anything at all, name it and I gives it to yeh."
One might think she was being seductive again, were it not for her very un-casual voice.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:39 pm
Mot shook his head again. Even as slowly as he did it, it made him dizzy. "Nothing. I'll keep it secret. Promise." He murmured softly.
The boil held his head in one hand, and moved to walk away from Freya. "I think I need to lay down. If you'll excuse me.."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:42 pm
UGH. He was so FRUSTRATING. Freya snapped out and grabbed his wrist with one hand, pulling him back to her. "No, yeh don't understands. I don't know yeh well enoughs to believe yeh, Mot. Give me somethings I can do for yeh, or I can't lets yeh leave." Her tone was dead serious, as was her gaze. If he didn't think of something quick, she would, and that would be bad.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:46 pm
Mot yelped unexpectedly as Freya grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. Oh Jack, what did she want of him?
Mot grimaced, staring down at Freya with an almost pleading look. He wanted out. He wanted to lay his dizzy head down. He felt ill, like the way a fever would be. Maybe he was sick? He didn't know. His emotions had been played with, so he wasn't feeling right.
"But... I don't need anything.." Mot insisted. Please let him leave?
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 12:55 am
Mot was becoming more trouble than he was worth. She let his hand go, and gave him a tight glance. "All right." Was she letting him- "On one condition." -Of course not.
"If yeh do ever tells my sister, yeh has to give me something. Something important."
She glanced up, and her mouth slowly twisted into a slow grin.
"Yeh has to gives me yehr hat."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:37 am
The look of horror upon Mot`s face was almost comical if it weren't so pathetic. "Deal." He agreed readily. The fear of losing his hat was great, but he also knew for certain he didn't want this little situation getting out.
His hand was free, but Mot wearily moved away from Freya, almost expecting to get grabbed again. Wow, she must really love her sister to go so far for her, he thought. Still, Mot thought Freya had gotten the wrong impression of Mot's relationship with her.
"Uh, well.. bye then." Mot nodded quickly, and escaped into the hallway.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:28 pm
Freya watched the now empty doorway, before closing the door and heading to her little fridge. She pulled out a piece of beef jerky, ripped into it with her teeth, and glared at the door.
Either she'd just assured herself that Hel wasn't in with the wrong kind of boil.. or she'd just assured herself a fight with her sister - and a new hat.
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